Room 308, Sunday afternoon

The mummies may be gone, but Hermione's still sitting at her desk, reading a book on Egyptology, because she thinks it's interesting. Halfway through a paragraph, she hears a fluttering sound outside her window. Looking over, she sees that there's a weetiny owl sitting landing slightly badly on her desk, a letter in his beak.

"Hi, Pigwidgeon," Hermione greets him, letting him take a drink from her glass of water as she opens the letter.

( Dear Hermione, )

Hermione lets Pig move about the room for a while as she tries to start on the return letter, then decides it's going to have to wait and lets him go.


[Door's open.]